šļø Diogo Jota: I Never Knew I Will Write This One š„²/ The world of sports
š I Thought Iād Only Write About Them on the Pitch...
I still canāt believe this is real. Diogo Jotaā¦ gone. Just like that. I didnāt see this coming, I didnāt prepare my mind for it. I thought I will be writing about them (footballers) on the pitch not knowing that someday, somehow, I will write about them (footballers) off the pitch. And sadly ...š¢ writing about them off the pitch had to come this way. We only can escape this feeling if we stop making friends but that's not possible. If we stop making friends, I think that's not better either.
I didnāt follow every step of his career. I didnāt watch every single match. But Iāve always respected him. Iāve always known he was a player with heart, someone who gave his all on the pitch. And now, hearing that both he and his younger brother AndrĆ© Silva died in a crash? I swear, it just hurts. Not just because they were footballers, but because they were brothersā¦ and they died together. That part breaks me the most.
ā³ One Moment Alive, The Nextā¦ Gone
When I first heard the news, I paused everything. I had to ask myself, āDid I hear that right?ā How can someone who was just alive, training, playing, smiling, be gone the next day? And not just him, his brother too. In the same spot. Same car. Same moment. That just makes life feel unfair.
What really hurts is how we fans talk about these players like theyāre superheroes. We argue about them, fight over stats, drag their names in debates online. But thisā¦.this reminds me sorrowfully theyāre human. It reminds me that at some point they bleed, they break, and yesā¦ sometimes, they leave us before weāre ready to say goodbye.
It just reminds me how uncertain life is. One second, youāre driving. The next second, your name is trending, not because you scored, but because you died. That scares me. It really does. Life doesnāt give warnings sometimes. And in moments like this, football doesnāt even matter. Wins, losses, trophiesā¦ none of that brings someone back.
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Iāve been thinking about his family. His friends. His teammates. I donāt even know how theyāll cope. The Liverpool dressing room must feel empty now. The Portugal national team must be in shock. And honestly, I feel like we the fans are grieving with them too. Even those who didnāt know him well. Even me.
AndrĆ© Silvaā¦ I didnāt even know he played football too. He was young. They said they were close. Died together. That kind of bond? That kind of story? Thatās pain on a level I canāt explain. Two brothers gone, just like that. Fire. Smoke. Silence.
It just makes me want to stop quarrels, finding faults and if possible, hug everyone that I love and maybe everyone that I hate. It makes me want to stop all this hate in football. We argue too much. We forget these people have families, have hearts. Until moments like this.
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Rest in peace, Diogo Jota.
Rest in peace, AndrƩ Silva.
You left too soon. But youāll never be forgotten. I hope heaven has a pitch, and I hope youāre both still playing up there side by side.
This one broke me. š